Inhale, Exhale

Mad for Silence .
~ Monday, June 11 ~
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If it were to end, who would even notice

A lethargic bluff of productivity.

The lack of inertia is palpable,

It is to early.

Shutting down now, would only

bring upon the desire to persist

through out the night, and

what an abominable thought that is.

Tags: Annoying dull inactive poetry
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